i can see the longing
in her eyes
as she nears my counter,
the soft smile
that pulls her lips apart
like the opening of a morning rose.
i glance at the flowers in my hands,
petals beginning to droop.
they are meant for the garbage,
a little too faded,
but they'd be so much more beautiful in her hands.
YOU ARE READING
supermarket flowers. ☼
Poetry{ in which a boy works in the floral department of a supermarket and falls for a girl who loves flowers } 3/31/17 - #66 in poetry co-author : @little_broken_bird
